Bella Notte

Dean lay back against the pillows of his unmade motel bed, his head bobbing in rhythm to the Blue Oyster Cult tune filtering through the headphones of the iPod he’d jacked from the snooty college PA he and Sam had gone to interview earlier that day. The sound quality was way better than his cell phone, he had to admit, plus the iPod held ten times as many song tracks. And best of all, Dean hadn’t had to pay for it. He grinned happily while mouthing the lyrics to Burning For You under his breath.

Sam had been positively mortified when Dean pulled the stolen device from his jacket pocket to show it off in the car. In fact, Sam was still miffed about the theft as he shot a disapproving glare over to Dean on the bed.

“Seriously, what’s the big deal?” Dean questioned once again, rolling his eyes in irritation at his brother.

“It’s stealing, Dean. That’s the big deal!”

Dean sat up, pushing the headphones off his head as he gave Sam a quizzical look.

“Dude, we’ve been living off of fake credit cards and my winnings from hustling pool for the past what? Three years now? And this,” Dean held up the iPod, waving it at Sam. “gets your panties in a bunch?”

“It’s not the same thing,” Sam huffed in exasperation.

“You have some seriously messed up priorities, you know that?” Dean countered as he thumbed the wheel on the iPod, switching over to a Metallica anthem.

“You stole from a college student,” Sam patiently explained, taking a seat on the edge of his brother’s bed. “A college student who probably makes minimum wage and got that,” he indicated the pilfered iPod, “as a high school graduation gift from her grandparents.”

“Aw c’mon, Sam,” Dean wheedled softly. He slid the heel of his foot lower to play against his brother’s crotch. “If it bothers you so much, then don’t look at it as theft. Consider this baby a down payment on the job we’re doing.” Dean offered Sam a winning smile. “Besides, I used your laptop to download a bunch of songs onto this thing, so technically, you’re an accessory to the crime.”

Sam groaned, shaking his head, a sardonic grin ghosting across his lips. “You know, one of these days, you’re gonna —”

Sam blushed, but grinned back at Dean suggestively, shifting a little on the bed as his growing erection pressed uncomfortably against the denim confines of his jeans. “God, could you be more kinky?” he chuckled.

“You know you love it!” Dean retorted gleefully as he sank back down onto the pillows.

Dean pushed the headphones back up on his head, and crossed his legs, giving Sam’s crotch a brief respite from his attention. He closed his eyes again, turning up the volume on the iPod as a heavy guitar riff burst through the headphones.

With a soft chuff, Sam shoved Dean’s feet off his lap and rose from the edge of the bed. He knew when he was being summarily dismissed in favor of the call of heavy metal. Nevertheless, Dean’s honeyed voice stopped Sam before he could move too far away.

Dean shook his head, eyes still shut as he focused on the music. “Nah, take out’s fine,” Dean replied airily. “I want spaghetti…with lots of meatballs. Hey, and don’t forget the extra parmesan there, paisano,” he added, letting a teasing grin turn up the corners of his lips.

Dean cracked opened one eye just in time to see a pillow come flying towards his head. Reflexes honed sharp from years of training, Dean easily caught the missile before it reached its target. He laughed at the agitated glower Sam shot him.

“You always telegraph your shots, Sammy,” Dean observed with wry amusement. He tucked the new pillow underneath his head, along with the others already there. “Gotta be quicker than that, to catch me off—”

Something long, thin and decidedly smelly smacked Dean across the face and he sputtered, nearly falling off the bed in surprise.

“Agh!” Dean gagged as he peeled one of Sam’s dirty, gray sweat socks off the bridge of his nose. He flicked it onto the floor with a grimace of disgust. “Gross!”

Sam burst out in a deep belly laugh, cheeks dimpling as Dean scrubbed at his face with his hand.

“Um, what was that about telegraphing my shots?” Sam inquired smugly in between the snorts of laughter.

Dean looked down at the dirty sock resting on the floor, his mouth thinning, and then slid his gaze back up to Sam. He eyed his brother warily. “Dude, that was low,” he muttered. “And pretty nasty tasting too,” he added, making a face.

Sam broke out into another fit of laughter. “Whatsa matter, Dean?” he cackled, eyes crinkling. “Didn’t like the appetizer?”

Before Sam could react, Dean canted off the bed and whipped out a hand, grabbing Sam firmly by one wrist. Dean’s fingers closed tightly around Sam’s arm, preventing escape. He slowly reeled Sam in towards him.

“Uh uh, Dean,” Sam said, still choking back giggles as he dug his heels into the carpet to slow his forward movement. “That’s your kink, not mine.”

Dean just smiled hungrily. “Yeah, but I like to give as good as I get, Sam,” he stated, and with one big yank, Dean had Sam sprawled across his lap.

Sam was laying at an odd angle, his head almost underneath the shade of the lamp perched on the nightstand on the far side of Dean’s bed and his long legs splayed messily across the mattress. Dean shifted the boy, scissoring Sam's legs between his own, so he couldn't kick.

He then reached underneath Sam to pop open the button on Sam’s jeans and yank down the zipper. Dean let his fingers linger a moment, rubbing and pressing against Sam’s hardened cock still trapped inside his briefs. Sam moaned lightly and shifted on top of Dean, trying to gain some more friction.

“Nuh uh,” Dean gloated as he removed his hand from Sam’s dick and took hold of the waistband of Sam’s pants instead. “Spanking first, naughty boy.”

“Dean,” Sam whined, casting his brother a pleading glance over one broad shoulder.

Dean just smiled coolly as he unpinned Sam’s legs so that he could slide Sam’s jeans and briefs unhurriedly down the boy’s slim hips and past Sam’s muscled thighs. Dean’s cock rose to attention at the sight of all that taut, lean, golden skin displayed over his lap.

Sam squirmed and Dean slapped one of the perfectly rounded globes of flesh in front of him. His breath caught slightly at the sight of his pink handprint forming on Sam’s butt.

“God, you look so hot over my lap like this, Sam,” Dean growled, his voice full of lust. He caressed the stinging flesh he’d marked, his fingers ghosting over Sam’s ass crack in the process. “Such a nice, tight ass…” Dean murmured appreciatively.

Sam squirmed some more, groaning in frustration at having his rock hard shaft trapped between his belly and the coarse fabric of Dean’s jeans. Dean smacked Sam again, a little harder this time, and then playfully rubbed the sting out of Sam’s pink-tinged skin with deft fingers. Sam gasped and then let out a soft, urgent moan.

“Sammy, Sammy, Sammy,” Dean clucked his tongue sadly, enjoying his brother’s rising discomposure. “That kinda language is gonna cost you. Always with the insubordination,” he stated, shaking his head in mock disappointment, despite the cocky grin blazing across his face. “Guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson, little bro.”

Sam’s eyes shot wide. “No, wait. Dean!”

Too late. Dean clamped an arm around Sam’s waist, using the other one to wrangle Sam’s pants and briefs completely off, discarding the clothes onto the floor next to the dirty sweat sock from earlier. Sam now lay across Dean’s thighs completely naked from the waist down, his bare ass sporting a pair of splotchy faint handprints. Dean began to add to those marks, spanking Sam steadily, the blows raining down over Sam’s upper thighs and butt in a staccato beat, turning the flesh of Sam’s ass a deep, warm red.

Sam began to buck under Dean’s hand, alternately cursing and whining as the heat built up all across his ass, and the stinging sensation became almost too intense to bear as it mixed with the incredible pleasure coming from his hard cock rubbing persistently against Dean’s jeans-clad thighs.

Dean always knew how far he could push it with Sam and never crossed over that invisible line. The second he sensed Sam tensing up, Dean would stop the spanking and languidly begin to massage the abused flesh, occasionally dipping his nimble fingers down between Sam’s cheeks to brush against Sam’s hole, waiting for Sam to relax before starting up with the smacks again. Dean wanted his little brother contrite, horny and submissive, not pissed and ready to take a swing at him.

After a few minutes, Dean slowed the spanking down, aiming now for the fullest part of Sam’s butt cheeks, taking pleasure in the way Sam clenched up his ass muscles in reaction to each and every smack. It was very similar to the way they clenched tight when Sam orgasmed. Dean’s cock was painfully rigid now. Time to wrap this up, he decided.

“You ready to apologize for being a brat?” Dean questioned as he began to rub and knead Sam’s sore, spanked ass.

“Please….m’sorry…” Sam rasped out. He let go of the fistful of sheets he’d been clutching and moved his hand back behind him until he felt Dean’s t-shirt underneath his groping fingers.

Sliding his hand down underneath Dean’s shirt, Sam searched for and found the lean muscled torso beneath. With a shaky breath, Sam caressed Dean’s belly, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from Dean, especially when Sam’s hand dipped down below the top of Dean’s jeans to playfully tickle him there.

He released his hold on Sam, carefully rolling the younger boy off his lap so that he could finally unfasten his own pants, hastily shoving them down far enough to free his throbbing dick. It bobbed up against his taut abdomen, the head flushed and glistening with a bit of pre-come.

Sam quickly shucked off his t-shirt, and on hands and knees, he crawled, naked, back over to Dean. Sam reached behind him to rub gingerly at his tingling backside, watching Dean with eyes so dark and blown they almost looked like the pure black of a demon’s. He tried, but couldn’t hold back a small hiss of pain at the stingy ache of his throbbing ass. A few more tears fell unbidden from his eyes. Dean had not held back during the spanking, and it had really hurt.

Dean looked up at the sound of Sam’s whimper and noticed the trail of tears running down Sam’s face. With an indulgent smile, Dean reached over to lovingly thumb the bit of wetness from Sam’s cheeks.

“You took it like such a good boy,” Dean affirmed, and Sam rewarded him with an angelic smile. “My little Sammy, so fucking hot,” he uttered, his eyes roaming over Sam’s body with abandoned grace. He unconsciously licked his lips.

Kneeling in front of his brother, Sam reached down, grabbing the bottom of Dean’s shirt, yanking upwards, eager to get the piece of clothing off Dean.

Dean’s shirt fluttered to the floor and Sam bent down to attack Dean’s jeans, but Dean caught the younger boy’s hands in his own work-roughened ones, stilling them.

“Hang on a sec, Sammy,” Dean murmured softly. He let go of Sam’s hands, and pulled Sam up on his haunches, moving to take Sam’s face in his strong, reassuring hands, drawing him in close. “C’mere, little boy.”

Sam happily obliged and their lips met in a hungry collision of primal need. Dean licked over Sam’s lower lip, sucking and biting along the way before he plunged his tongue inside Sam’s mouth, taking possession of it. Sam’s mouth was sweet and tasted of chocolate and salt from the candy bar and pretzels he’d been snacking on earlier. It was an odd yet familiar combination to Dean, sending his arousal up a notch.

Curling his fingers in Sam’s long strands, Dean continued to plunder Sam’s soft, pliant mouth, his tongue skating across teeth to meet and wrestle with Sam’s tongue as both boys groaned into each other’s mouths. Sam let his hands roam up and down Dean’s broad, muscled back, clutching at the skin underneath his long fingers as Dean moved his lips down to suck on the boy’s stubbled chin, tongue darting out to taste and lick.

“Taste so good, Sammy,” Dean murmured. His teeth grazed across Sam’s jaw line and then moved lower, to the hollow of Sam’s neck where Dean kissed him and sucked hard, bruising the soft skin there.

Sam moaned low in his throat and felt Dean smile against the side of his neck. “Dean, please,” he begged.

Sam swept his hands from Dean’s back, around to Dean’s side, trailing his heated palms down to his brother’s hips. Sam took hold of Dean’s jeans once again, urgently tugging at them, and Dean finally relented, lifting up his hips so that Sam could yank the pants off him completely. Dean kicked them off the edge of the bed and settled back down on the mattress as Sam climbed on top of him.

Dean chuckled, the sound low and dirty. “Jeez, you’re the eager little beaver, aren’t you?” he teased as Sam licked and sucked his way down Dean’s sweat-slicked chest. Dean reached around and squeezed one of Sam’s red butt cheeks in his hand, causing Sam to gasp against one of Dean’s nipples, which he had between his teeth at that moment. “Gonna have to spank your little ass more often,” Dean growled in reply.

Sam ran his hot tongue over the pebbled nub, laving it with relish. He moved lower down Dean’s body, kissing, sucking and nipping along the way until he got to Dean’s glistening cock.

Taking the shaft firmly in one hand, Sam bent lower to nuzzle Dean’s balls, licking them, savoring the salty, musky scent that was pure Dean. He rose up a little and placed his warm lips against the head of Dean’s dick, smearing the pre-come against his mouth, and darted his tongue out for a quick taste.

Sam peered up from underneath his bangs, waiting for Dean’s approval before taking Dean’s pulsing cock in his willing mouth. He sucked and licked eagerly, gobbling it down, letting it hit the back of his throat.

Dean bucked up, moaning, his hands grabbing for Sam’s head. “Jesus, fuck,” Dean hissed, eyes clenching shut at the incredible wet, hot warmth of Sam’s mouth as it engulfed him whole. Sam pulled back, letting Dean’s cock pop out of his mouth so he could run his nimble tongue down the underside of Dean’s quivering shaft. He took hold of the base, giving it a firm tug as he went down on Dean again, teeth gently grazing the hot, rigid flesh.

Dean whimpered and tried desperately not to thrust up into Sam’s mouth, but it was next to impossible. It felt so good. Soft whimpers escaped from between Dean’s gritted teeth as he felt the familiar tingling heat building in his belly. Sam started humming while his head bobbed enthusiastically up and down Dean’s sensitive throbbing cock, and the vibrations were almost too much for Dean to take. He tensed, muscles going rigid, as he felt his orgasm approaching full on.

Sam swallowed deeply, gulping down the warm, salty fluid as best he could. He milked Dean’s twitching cock, sucking gently as it slowly deflated and then released it from the hot confines of his mouth, lovingly placing a kiss on the head before crawling up Dean’s torso, grinding his own raging hard on against Dean’s hip, slicking Dean’s skin with his pre-come.

Dean reached down, grasping Sam and pulling him up further against him so that he could attack Sam’s mouth again with his own. His tired cock gave a half-hearted twitch when he tasted himself on Sam’s tongue.

“So good, little boy,” Dean muttered in between the deep kisses. “That was so fucking good.”

He trailed his hand down between their sweat-slicked bodies, finding Sam’s burning, throbbing dick and took hold of it.

“Let’s get you taken care of,” Dean whispered against Sam’s ear, as he began to move his fisted hand up and down Sam’s shaft, twisting his wrist on the upstroke, just the way Sam liked.

Sam mewled and bit Dean’s shoulder, hard, when Dean ran his callused thumb over Sam’s slit before sliding his hand back down, pumping Sam’s needy cock, bringing him closer to the edge. Sam thrust up wildly into his brother’s fist, eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open as little gasps of pleasure fell from his lips.

“I want you to come for me, Sammy,” Dean growled, sucking on Sam’s earlobe before biting down on it. “Want you to come so hard for me.”

Sam began to thrust faster, his movements becoming more frantic as Dean continued to bite and lick Sam’s ear and jawline. Dean moved his other hand up to Sam’s mouth, rubbing the tips of his fingers against Sam’s lips until the boy opened up and swallowed two of Dean’s fingers, sucking on them, slicking them up with spit.

When Dean felt they were wet enough, he moved the hand down, behind Sam, and caressed Sam’s still sore buttocks, slapping one crimson cheek. Sam started at the burst of sudden pain and then whined as he thrust crazily into Dean’s other hand, his cock about ready to explode.

Dean chuckled at Sam’s reaction. “Oh, you’re in for it now, little boy,” he softly teased. He pressed the two spit soaked fingers between Sam’s butt cheeks, probing until he found the hot tight hole of Sam’s ass.

“Ready to come, Sammy?” he asked, and Sam nodded once, and moaned.

Dean’s fingers pressed into Sam’s ass, opening the little hole, pushing into the deep warm depth of him. Sam immediately thrust back onto Dean’s fingers, keening high at the burning stretch of his asshole, and then he pumped forward, letting his cock slide hard up into Dean’s fist, the double sensations driving him over the edge.

“Omahguh, yesss!” Sam shouted in desperation. He came hard, spurting a stream of creamy hot fluid over their stomachs as he sobbed and mewled Dean’s name over and over.

Dean carefully pulled his fingers out of Sam’s clenching ass, grinning. He rested his palm on his brother’s butt, feeling the aftermath of Sam’s orgasm in the quivering muscles underneath his splayed fingers.

“Good boy,” Dean murmured into Sam’s tousled hair as Sam sighed deeply, snuggling up against Dean’s side on the bed, both boys sticky, sweaty and sated.

“Right back at ya, Sammy,” Dean replied, dropping a kiss on top of Sam’s head before closing his eyes, laying back and cradling his little brother in his arms. He felt Sam relax in his embrace and heard the boy’s breathing deepen and even out as Sam began to drift off to sleep.

Dean sighed softly, closing his eyes and grinning. “By the way? Your still getting me spaghetti n’ meatballs tonight,” he commented lightly, then grunted when Sam kicked him in the shin.